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- # It was a Lordings daughter, the fairest one of three
## Overview - What this is (type, form, dates, scope)
This is a chapter of poetry, titled "It was a Lordings daughter, the fairest one of three." The chapter was extracted from a text file and is part of the larger "Venus and Adonis, Lucrece, Sonnets, and Pericles (Facsimile Editions)" collection. The text spans lines 8394 to 8416 of the source file. It was extracted on January 30, 2026.
## Context - Background and provenance from related entities
This chapter is part of the "Venus and Adonis, Lucrece, Sonnets, and Pericles (Facsimile Editions)" ([arke:01KG6S3KNZT62WVVW4VT384KPF]) collection, which is associated with the "PDF Workflow Main Test 2026-01-30T00:26:53" ([arke:01KG6NWQ2H2K4PGG7H4ZHYCZ3Y]) collection. The chapter was extracted from the file `pdf-01KG6Q7Q25RHMFT3SJXPV18VFF.txt` ([arke:01KG6S2X2EBB305ENM00G16GWA]). The preceding chapter is "SONNETS" ([arke:01KG6S4G99EYM18D0RYXBBQGHS]), and the following chapter is "ON a day (alacke the day)" ([arke:01KG6S4G9CEFDST6KZKMCJQKHB]).
## Contents - What it contains, key subjects and details
The chapter contains a poem about a lord's daughter and her affections. The poem describes the daughter's attraction to an Englishman and the ensuing conflict of emotions. The text includes the poem's verses and references to images.
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- It was a Lordings daughter, the fairest one of three
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- It was a Lordings daughter, the fairest one of three
I hat liked of her master, as well as well might be,
Till looking on an Englishman, the fairest that etc could
Her fancie fell a turning.
Long was the combat doubtful, that love with love did
To leave the master louetife, or kill the gallant knight
To put in practife either, alas it was a spite
Vnto the filly damfell.
But one must be refused, more mickle was the pain,
That nothing could be vied, to turn them both to gait
For of the two the truity knight was wounded with dile
Alas the could not heipe it.
Thus art with armes contending, was victor of the day
Which by a gift of learning, did bear the mad way,
Then lullaby the learned man hath got the Lady gay,
For now my fong is ended.
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- It was a Lordings daughter, the fairest one of three